Jeanette and Matt arrive during the toast
Matt: Anne! You're here....as is...
Mdala (looking at Matt): Ah, I should have known that this was your husband.
Matt: What's that supposed to mean?
Mdala: Monsieur. Only that she told me that her husband was an afficianado of space travel, and because she is Americain, and I had met you at the center, I should have connected the two.
Anne: Hi Matt. Hi Jeanette, won't you join us?
Matt: Us? You're together?
Anne: I met him because of the Billi Bi.
Matt: Billi Bi?
Anne, Mdala, and Jeanette: Mussel soup.
Matt: Mussel soup?
Steve: Ordering?
Matt: No, well, I guess. I'm confused.
Anne: Have a seat dear and we'll go all through it. (he sits) Jeanette?
Jeanette: Is Marie here?
Anne: She went back to her place; said she might catch up with us later.
Jeanette: Well I think I'll go around and see if I can catch up with her. Thanks Matt (he half rises and she gives him the cheek pecks) Great day!
Matt: Yes, thanks for showing me some of the off-the-path stuff.
Jeanette: A bientôt.
Anne: So dear what would you like? We shouldn't keep Steve waiting and my Billi Bi is getting cold (she sips it) no just right. Try some?
Matt: Mmm. Not bad, but not what I want just now. A beer Steve, I'll think about food.
Mdala finishes his soup and pays his check.
Mdala: Bon jour madame, monsieur, I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay. (to Matt) I suppose it likely we will see each other again.
Matt (cooly): I suppose we might. (Mdala nods and exits)
Matt (leaning in to Anne): So how did you hook up with the wacko?
Anne: He seemed very nice to me and I simply asked what he was eating because it looked good, and we chatted just enough for him to learn that I had a husband who liked rockets and that he didn't.
Matt: He was asking if you had a husband?
Anne: He asked if I was alone and I said only because I'd set my husband up on a date with a French bombshell.
Matt: A date!?
Anne (dead pan): Matt. I'm making fun of you.
Matt: Why?
Anne: Because your jealousy is silly—especially when you've spent the whole day with a very pretty girl who is young enough to be your daughter—or your mistress.
Lights out
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